Summer solstice today. Or was it yesterday? Funny how time slips away.
A half-decade of prismatic glass-shard shattered and scattered wisdom has taught me this: You can bundle up all of those moments of warmth and light and squeeze them ever so tight until they break down into a beam (hot and white)–but they’re so much prettier splashed across the continuum, spilling out in every which way in every shade of gray, in every color, and in everything in between.
Refracted back into the past, old light still burns bright even if the stars themselves are long gone. Even if the stars themselves are long gone.
You have to lay truth down on a slant, because looking at it straight burns retinas.
Emotions eclipse reason.
Yet we still roll on readily into yet another season.